Page 78 of The Tattoo Artist

My heart skips a beat as I find Ares sitting on my chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ares! You scared the living shit out of me,” I whisper, placing a hand over my pounding heart.

He smirks and raises the handcuffs that I bought with Clark, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks. Ares slowly stands up and tosses the handcuffs onto the bed, his gaze locked onto mine.

“What are you doing here, Ares?”

“I want to take you out,” he declares, his voice low and seductive. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he steps closer, his hands gently grazing down my arms, sending tingles through my skin.

“Where are we going?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Find out,” he replies, a playful grin spreading across his face. He takes my hand and leads me out to the balcony. The cool night air brushes against my skin as he opens the car door for me, and I slip inside while he closes it behind me. With a confident grace, he takes the driver’s seat and starts the car.

As we drive, I can’t help but wonder where he’s taking me. The excitement builds within me, mixed with a hint of nervousness. But being with Ares always brings a sense of adventure, and I know this will be a night to remember. I have always said to people how much I wanted to feel the thrill in life, I remember Catherine daring me to do silly things but ever since my she took me to that tattoo shop…that’s where the real thrill began.

With Ares.

However, a question drags past my mind. If Catherine knew…, why didn’t she tell me? Why did she take me to the tattoo shop if she didn’t want me to know? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why was everyone keeping this a secret? Didn’t I have every right to know? That I had an entire life before my head injury.

“Where are we going? I don’t like surprises.”

“To the bar, I want you to get to know my brothers…you used to love hanging out with them.”

I glance over at him, and our eyes lock for a brief moment, sending a jolt of electricity between us.

“Adonis and Atlas are characters.”

“Nothing is ever boring around them.”

I take his hand with the butterfly tattoo and graze it, “what’s your favourite tattoo?”

“I think you already know the answer, butterfly.”

We lock our gazes on each other. We need some alone time. I look down at our interlocked fingers as he slips his hands into mine. His thumb brushes against the top of my palm. He slowly lifts our hands and presses his lips against them.

“Tell me something I would have known,” I whisper.

“Hmm, okay...” He pauses for a moment, “you know why I got this tattoo?” He shows me the butterfly tattoo on his hand.

“Because you love butterflies?”

“You loved butterflies...you’d go into the fields and chase them while wearing a flower-patterned dress to feel like you were in a movie. It’s a symbol of you that I got tattooed on my hand because I promised to hold you forever.”

I felt guilty.

I could see the pain in his eyes as he watched the road, and I tightened my grip on his. “Every client I’ve ever had wanted the butterfly on my hand tattooed, but I said no...and when you said you wanted it, that’s when my hope returned.”

I smile, and slowly bring his hand to rest on my bare thigh, he looks over at me for a split second before facing the road. I undo my seatbelt, leaning over the console to reach his ear. “Stop the car Ares.” He raises a brow. “Stop the car.” He pulls the car over to the side of the road, and I grab onto his face-kissing him deeply.

He pushes his seat back before pulling me over, I couldn’t stop the laughter leaving my mouth as I straddle him. “Now we’re going to be late.” He whispers against my lips as his tongue pushes its way inside my mouth.

“Then we better be quick.” I answer him, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers before opening the central console as he slips out a condom.

God I was soaking wet. He slides out his already hard dick and puts the wrapper near my mouth. My teeth press down onto one side, and he rips it, sliding on the condom. I lift myself up, my head touching the roof of the car as he positions himself, the tip of his cock teasing my soaked cunt.

I slide down onto it, my hand resting on the window, the fog growing as he thrusts his hip up into me. I moan, my head falling back-he rips my shirt, the buttons flying into different directions.

“Fuck….” He whispers, he pulls down my bra, my breasts spill out in front of his greedy eyes as I ride him. His lips latch onto my nipples, sucking them as if they were his favourite treat. “Ahhh…fuck…fuck…Ares!” I moan; his hands fall to my waist as he rocks my hips back and forth against him. His hand slowly slides up and grabs my neck tightly, almost stopping the air from going to my lung. I gasp for air, grabbing onto his wrist as I slide up and down the length of his cock. I begin seeing black dots blur my vision, but he continues.

Pleasure courses through my veins as he groans, his head falling back against the seat. My hands rest on the roof, the car was probably shaking. He releases his hold around my throat, and I gasp in some air.

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